There are no limits to plans and fantasies, but having a king standing in front of your house blowing the wind is not the etiquette of hospitality after all.
After finally inviting the suspicious person into the room, Mogan remembered that the potion he had made was still on the table - in the eyes of such a magic master, the smell and quality of the materials might reveal his little secret.
Fortunately, His Majesty the King was not interested in prying into privacy. He only glanced at the potion and crucible, and then looked at Mogan.
"So, what do you think?"
Mo Gan also wanted to know how he could reconcile the problem while maximizing interests. He could only mention the facts first.
"I am a businessman, not a brave man...Your Majesty the King, you may have some misunderstandings about me."
He also sighed, saying that he was really powerless.
Mogan, who is accustomed to wandering around, does not have much need for the comfort of a residence. His residence is a two-story building with transparency from north to south. Most of the furnishings except the attic bedroom are original furniture, which is not expensive but is sturdy enough.
All in all, it should be placed so that it doesn't block the way, and it can probably be used.
The living room is the most appropriate place for Mo Gan to tidy up. In the past few days after arriving in the town, Mogan at home was either refining the potion in front of the crucible, or sitting and waiting for the potion to be made, while playing with his beloved gold coins or reading some magic books.
Different from the habits of the human race, the sleep time of the dragon race is very short, and even the weakest young dragon can stay awake for several days in a row because of its huge body. Although Mogan, whose bloodline is not pure and whose spirit is more human-oriented, is more accustomed to the normal human resting pattern, he cannot allow himself to rest for too long before his phased plan is achieved.
At this time, Lucifer was arranged to sit on the most comfortable upholstered sofa chair filled with bird feathers in the whole cabin. He frowned slightly after hearing the previous words. But before he could speak, Mogan said again, "I know a little bit of magic, but fighting is not my strong point. Lord Lestus, your power is well known, and I am just an ordinary businessman."
"But you are a dragon." Lucifer was particularly puzzled by his show of weakness.
As soon as these words came out, Mo Gan was also a little dumbfounded.
However, it is not difficult to sense the special aura on one's own body.
He also had doubts about the time at which he was recognized by the king as a viable candidate. But to "kill a notorious wizard", the basic identity of the dragon family can indeed make him meet the qualification selection standards.
But there is always one most critical question. After all, the wizard to be eliminated is named Lucifer Lestus.
It also happened to be the spokesman who was sitting in front of him and swearing. There was something wrong with him.
"I remember that you had an encounter with 'Master Chief', Senior Silvio, the Red Flame Demon Dragon?"
This is a very direct question, but it's more tactful than "You had a fight."
Lucifer nodded, "He is a warrior with personality, strong strength, and his endless dragon flames impressed me deeply."
"In that case, if you are looking for a powerful dragon, why don't you go to the Demon Dragon Valley? Even if Senior Silvio is old, there are other candidates. If there are any obstacles in the Demon Dragon Valley, maybe you can consider getting to know him. The royal knights of the Kingdom of Cole. All of them are extremely talented, and there are also candidates with magical qualifications..."
Mo Gan followed the temptation and used his rich geographical knowledge to list almost all the gathering places of warriors in the entire Kingdom of Cole from beginning to end, ranging from familiar to less familiar. But at the same time, he looked at Lucifer's unmoved expression and realized that this should be It's wasted effort.
Thinking about it, the Kingdom of Lestus itself will not be short of such a good place where talented people come from.
Mo Gan stopped his sincere and lengthy persuasion and sighed again between words.
"So, Your Majesty Lestus, why on earth did you choose me?"
He changed the title to a more formal and noble one just because Mo Gan really wanted to find an answer.
This man came unexpectedly, and his opening remarks were made with the uncomfortable word "brave", which made Mogan very uncomfortable.
Although his father in this life is a royal knight who was personally awarded the "Brave Badge" by King Cole, and is a de facto "brave" in the Kingdom of Cole, Mogan still can't get used to the magic world filled with middle-aged people. The custom of two breaths.
When he was given this badge of honor as a toy by his parents when he was young, he even got goosebumps all over his body.
"You may need an answer, but I also have my own considerations..." After hearing this question, His Majesty the King's tone suddenly became much stiffer, "But on this point, I'm afraid I can't comment until I can trust you."
Seeing the king's expression suddenly darken, Mo Gan couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue.
As an "evil wizard", Lucifer has a little talent for scaring people, and perhaps has basically mastered the skill of putting on airs.
——A little, but not much.
"But if you have other needs, you can tell me." The king did not realize that this threat lacked aggressiveness, and even planned to use comfort to redeem it, "Do you need gold? I don't have a Cole shield, Lestus There are quite a few currencies..."
Of course.
That’s what I thought in my heart, but Mo Gan would naturally not say that.
"So, I need help with something."
The delaying tactic is also a kind of strategy. Mo Gan is not in the habit of writing blank checks, but it does not mean that he has nothing to ask for.
"I also said that I am a businessman, and I naturally pay attention to fair transactions. Of course, I cannot easily agree to your unreasonable request. I need a more convincing reason, and you are unwilling to explain because you do not trust me. In this case, establishing my credit will naturally require a process. Sir Lestus, why not make an exchange agreement between us as completely equals."
After digesting this sentence for a moment, Lucifer nodded immediately, and then shook his head as if he remembered something.
"If it's a deal, I don't seem to need anything else."
"You said you were going to 'teach me how to kill you,' so there should be a practical plan?"
Lucifer nodded solemnly. For some reason, whenever the topic came up around his opening remarks that made Mogan's hair bristle, the king, who had unusual reactions from ordinary people, would always become very serious, as if a strange switch had been turned on.
Even though his manners have been maintained in the best condition, and he is meticulous in walking, sitting and lying down, this change in mood is still significant - one of the reasons why Mogan, who had met members of the royal family in the first place, could believe that he was the king.
"I can cooperate with your plan. You propose a plan...that is, what to do, and then I will tell you the terms of exchange. If we reach an agreement, we will execute it according to the plan. I can get my reward as I wish, and you can be sure Do I meet the qualifications you require – this is a trial period.”
"Trial?" Lucifer was a little confused. As expected, his focus was not on track.
But Mogan made a good calculation and was quite satisfied with his performance. He is probably the most exploitative worker of his boss. He has reserved his own salary range, and whether he meets the requirements is a proposition that can be controlled at any time. According to his idea, as long as he performs poorly, he will be disappointed. It is really convenient. ——In the end, even the work content will most likely be more beneficial to you.
However, he dared to say it, and His Majesty the King also dared to believe it, and he believed it quite thoroughly.
"Can."
This result did not surprise Mogan, because if he had not discovered earlier that the king was not deeply scheming and cruel, and that he was more demanding of others than giving orders, he would not have put everything in such a way. The initiative is in your own hands.
But the other party agreed so happily that Mo Gan finally felt his heart skip a beat.
Just because this was not a situation he often faced, it gave him an unpleasant feeling of strangeness.
Whether as a businessman, himself, or as what others call a "brave", Mogan is often not afraid to speculate on anyone with the greatest malice. The more serious the problem, the more so. Even if he wants to believe his first instinct, I also know that no matter what, the judgment I am most inclined to is usually the best judgment. This is not an absolutely certain answer.
He tried his best to maintain his dignity, but he still had an uncontrollable fear of failure, just because he died once.
Mo Gan never wanted to die a second time.
Although the person in front of him who also has the title of "Executioner" does not look surprising, in terms of strength, he is undoubtedly the candidate closest to danger.
Since the price others would have to pay for him was still unclear, although Mogan was prepared, he still spoke slowly.
"So, Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"
His Majesty the King, who may have ulterior motives in Mogan's eyes, did not hesitate at all. The two sentences seemed to have been rehearsed for a long time, and they were spoken crisply and smoothly, "Then we will meet at the nearest port tomorrow morning. I have something to give to you. you."
"...I have something to do in the morning."
This wasn't a lie or some strange trick. There was indeed something to be done in Mogan's original plan, otherwise he wouldn't have changed his mind temporarily and postponed the time to use Robbie.
"Then tomorrow, you decide." Lucifer was very happy, "I can do it anytime."
He had already activated his ultimate move, but he was faced with someone else's normal attack - this wasn't even considered an attack, at most it was just a slap in the face.
Mo Gan took a deep breath. Apart from being relieved, he almost didn't want to admit that there was a sense of shame in his heart.
"In that case, what is your request?"
Lucifer's aristocratic posture remained as usual, but he was slightly throbbing, like a calm version of being eager to try. This kind of emotional fluctuation is not obvious, and is specifically reflected in the upturned tone at the end of the sentence, but Mogan, who is good at observing words and emotions, can see it clearly.
It seems that this extremely capable King is also very curious about what he can do for others, otherwise he would not have said "If you need help, you can ask me for help" so many times in a short period of time.
Perhaps palace life is too plain and boring?
After spending so much effort, Mo Gan rubbed his temples and said the reply that he had also prepared for a long time.
"Sir Lestus, I want to ask you three questions."
